Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 9 2025

I just got out of jail yesterday... Yup... First time... I was a virgin of the handcuffs until October 7th. So let me puke out this messy mermaid of a story...

The sky was urinating on us but I still got some sardines and threw it at those ghouls at the Serenity Now rehab. Again, I really hate how many rehabs there are in this trashy negative energy biosphere. I always love boasting to people that I've never done drugs in my life. I'm just autistic but nobody cares. Once the sardines hit this fat oni. I yelled "I bet you crackheads smell better now". Because they're all just one big cesspool of white trash. About 20 minutes later. Here comes these three rednecks just pounding the roadrunner at me and puking lava at me. And even after they got done scolding me, they were following me in their truck. And then I ended up getting arrested by these two cops who probably have a history of eating paint chips for breakfast. Officer Casey Moore literally wrote me down as a "potential threat". 

I then get taken to the Scioto County Jail. Where everyone was an angel in a humanoid costume to me. Hahahahaha.. They found out about my case and thought it was funny and everyone there said they were overreacting. I especially really liked Cooper. She said those guys were "a*s holes". I even broke down crying in front of her and told her that she was a platinum statue. There was this black officer who came up to my cell to puke rainbows upon me. Saying it was the funniest "crime" he had ever heard. Yeah because all of us sensible people are a mummy slug hybrid over the drug goblins...

Speaking of which... I need to spill out some spiritual meat about Cooper.. I just read an article about Cooper from 2019 when she was 15 years old... Made my face rain. Apparently her mother was one of those witches who was demon possessed by drugs and apparently never gave Cooper any genuine love... And it just broke my heart and I'm still crying after reading that article. So the fact that Cooper was the one I talked to the most was poetry come to life. People who do drugs are evil retards who only care about themselves. And as much as I'm bathing in lava over how my parents are puppet masters. I am dancing on a multicolored gem and grateful that they never did drugs. But my father is still an absolute idiot that I want to stay the Hell away from. 

Buuuut I have court on November 4. Sooo ya know...